and dump on it And send a couple of boys to that corner of yours And role out with a nigga slumped on it You see Black fall back son Me and Shock up
gotta hit other sides of the Earth Spread Wu-ness, foolish, civilization's cursed But luckily I'm born to be wild and aure-al Move crowds collect twenty thou and
time! [Samples from beginning] [Wyclef] He looked at my permit and said, "Get out the car" I'm about to bring the earth, wind, and fire life from
) Game (walking down the avenue) Game (always coppin' somethin' new) [INF-Black] What you know about gangstas, thugs and real niggaz Niggaz that get pussy, and
gangsta if you're not in black Rappers say they gangsta like that mean that they can not be wack So I look around and realize I only got my strap And
and dump on it and send a couple of boys to that corner of yours and role out with a nigga slumped on it you see Black fall back son me and Shak up
(feat. Bahamadia) [Black Thought] Yeahh.. To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin the mind All my peoples that be knowin the time; c'mon and push
Chorus Verse Three: Livin the life of limos and lights Airplanes and trains Short days and long nights Keyboards and mics Bass chords and drum kicks And
Tom cats And social climbing forces. Mathilda always hated to have long black hair She could not stand Tom cats And Tom cats everywhere....... Matilde
in the day I would've gotten black listed just for speakin' up Hoover probably would've screamed Communist! I want black and brown unity but cats get
bear Al Capone style, bruising your back Make you an interracial cat, have blue and half black Block attacks with the raps that I spit on wack Shit on cats
millenium, got me in mo' for killin' 'em Green backs, I want a mil (of) 'em! But don't minimum, strictly max out, the ol's put the black out Niggaz be
it's civil. In the middle of re-al-it-y Unsolved mys-ter-ies riddle, Knockin' over fat cats, And gettin' my thoughts off bits and kibbles. On note pads
savage I think and grow rich, that gives me the advantage Uncle LL, I got product for sale So I can bail Al Sharpton out of jail Somebody gotta do it, somebody in the black
I'm sayin, look [Verse] Why can't I call myself Pretty (Pretty) If you thugged out, cleaned up, seen us, all black truck and blinged up Big bucks must be made and
Watch the aroma, catch those who love me My underground dirty cats on dune buggies I be the type to take your watch and flaunt it Kidnap T. Lewis and